Dad Smith was a classic father:
high-paying job and aloof manner,
didn't pay his family much bother,
but liked his secretary,
who was blond and tanner.
Mom Smith felt kind of lonely.
Her husband away, she drank wine,
which made her feel less homely.
Whenever asked about the marriage,
she responded with the oneword "fine."
Haley Smith was kind of chubby,
but that didn't matter with Nick,
didn't matter with her hubby.
But he was older and preying on her,
emailing her so she could suck his dick.
AJ Smith was starting to lose hope.
He had no friends, being the smart kid,
aside from his good friend, trusty ole dope.
And he thought nobody knew how he felt,
until he met that gang guy, with the cool lid.
Sammy Smith was the sweetest boy,
and nobody knew that his body parts
were his babysitters favorite toy.
Sometimes he tells his mom how it's weird,
but she shrugs him off before he starts.
This is just how it goes,
the way the world is,
the way things flow.
People don't see anything,
not even their kids.
